A band like literally no other
Paul's Cock was formed with a simple vow. To do things differently.
No recording contract. No online streaming. No downloads. No pre-announced gigs.
You will never pay to listen to Paul's Cock, or to see us play live. We give our art away.
We're particularly known for our trademark glungecore noize.
Our followers discover us through chance encounters and word of mouth. What they find is unforgettable.
The legend of Paul's Cock
On the outskirts of industrial Bradford, a musical genius was born.
Paul Scock’s early childhood provided fertile ground in which his natural talents would flourish. Scock grew up next to the abattoir where most of his family worked. The relentless screams of dying animals were ever-present throughout his childhood. Paul’s father was a DIY enthusiast, and the Scock household was full of the sounds of power drills and angle grinders. When Mrs Scock played the children her favourite LPs, the tunes of Abba and Elton John were overlaid with the constant, unescapable cacophany that pervaded their life.
These formative experiences made a deep impression on the musical tastes of young Scock.
He developed a unique passion for the extremes of sound.
He would venture where others had feared to tread.
Slowly and steadily, a musical legend was formed.
At the tender age of 28, Scock received a bass guitar for his birthday. In little over a decade, he could play the first six bars of Enter Sandman in a recognisable manner. At this point, his destiny was set.
During these early years, Scock collaborated with various other budding musicians, until he eventually formed his own band. Concerned that the world wasn’t ready for his preferred sub-genre of extreme metal, Scock initially toned things down. Paul and the Peewees played the flute, harp, and panpipes. Their sound was adopted by the growing mindfulness movement, and their profile steadily grew. The band’s third album, Pink Blossom, went double-platinum in Nauru and the Marshall Islands.
Buoyed by this commercial success, Scock decided the time was right to return to his roots. Live on stage in Llanwrtyd, to the consternation of his bandmates, Scock announced that this would be the last ever Paul and the Peewees gig. The event broke up in disarray, with the other band members, and more than one drinker in the pub, visibly upset.
Several months later, the band were again on speaking terms with Scock, and he explained his vision. The band reluctantly agreed to reinvent themselves. They would adopt a new name, a new look, and new instruments. And from this point on, they would pioneer the brand-new sound of glungecore noize.
Paul’s Cock was born.
Paul's Cock will amuse and challenge you.
And also disturb you.
Who is behind Paul's Cock?
Paul
The legend himself. Nuff said.
Bass guitar
David
Hammond organ
After dropping out of junior school, David held various deadbeat jobs before eventually landing a position as restaurant pianist, based on a mistaken referral. On David’s first day in the job, shortly before he was fired, Paul Scock happened to drop in for a liquid lunch. Scock instantly recognised the musical potential of David’s discordant racket, and offered him a place in the band.
John
Maracas, mechanical accordion
John was a contemporary of Scock’s at boarding school, although they were in different gangs. Following a debagging attack on a fresher that went wrong, the two were placed in detention, where they had to clean the school kitchen. After accidentally upsetting a tall stack of saucepans, they discovered a shared love of extreme noise, and became inseparable. A lifelong vegan, John is also a tireless environmental campaigner. He despises air travel and only ever moves around by canoe. In his spare time, John enjoys wrestling, motorcycle maintenance, and Cannibal Corpse.
Ringo
Ukulele
After an early career in which he was widely known to the police, Ringo took up a stolen banjo and taught himself to play. After mixed success with bands Truffle Butter and Gay Sauna, Ringo met Scock at a sex addicts’ support group, and the two became friends. After losing a bet about the correct punctuation of Metallica’s fourth studio album, Scock was obliged to give Ringo a place in the band.
What people ask about Paul's Cock
What is glungecore noize?
Gritty. Dirty. Painful. Elusive. Imperceptible. Yet so so soft. Paul’s Cock is all of these things.
How large is Paul’s Cock?
Many have asked. Few have known for sure. But the answer is: four. Paul’s Cock has four members.
How can I experience Paul’s Cock?
For most people, Paul's Cock is a once in a lifetime experience. And once is enough. If you wait patiently, for long enough, then Paul's Cock will find you.
Where can I buy Paul's Cock T-shirts?
Please visit our merch store.
Top Cock
Our fans’ all-time favourites tunes
Digestive mishap
Trip hazard
Mardy masseuse
Therapy
Cock him
5.16 inches
Onion slut
Cunt face
Tarot scam
What do Paul's Cock say about Paul Scock?
Cock on Scock
Ringo: Paul was always chasing the ladies, with lots of different girls on the go. I guess it was inevitable that the touring lifestyle would appeal to him. Who knows how many kids the guy has got? They seem to pop up everywhere that we play. I reckon nothing can keep Paul Scock down.
David: Paul totally deserves his success. He’s always full of energy, up at the crack of dawn getting on with something or other. He’s super-organised. And he’s a fitness freak – people don’t call him “six-pack Scock” for any good reason.
John: On a personal level, I can't stand the cunt. Biggest twat in the world. But it's all about the music. When me and Paul sit down for a glass of Pimms and he puts on one of his Dying Fetus tapes, the scales fall away and it's like we're the only two people in the room. Which we are, obviously. No one else wants to hear that shit.